Inverse Sword Mad God
Chapter 657 - 657 655 One Sword Seal the Throat!

657: Chapter 655: One Sword, Seal the Throat!

657: Chapter 655: One Sword, Seal the Throat!

Netherworld Spear, a terrifying Slaughter Technique, carried Demon Flames as it thrust towards Lin Xuan.

Lin Xuan felt the threat of death, and he once again employed the Gale Chasing Lightning Sword to counter the opponent’s Earth-grade Martial Arts.

Above in the sky, the giant Blood-colored Sword Shadow solidified once more, with blood-colored lines spreading and intersecting, releasing a mysterious power.

A terrifying and ancient aura spread out, enveloping the entire space.

Lin Xuan let out a long howl, extending his hand towards the sky.

His golden palm enlarged, covering the sun and immediately grasped the giant blood sword in his hand.

It was an extremely frightening scene as Lin Xuan, holding the Gale Chasing Lightning Sword, swiftly chopped downwards.

As it whistled down, each Sword Energy was as thick as mountains, capable of breaking through the void with a casual swing.

The Blood-colored Gale Chasing Lightning Sword danced in the air, like a massive Blood-colored Heavenly Sword, its momentum reaching the extremes.

Wherever it passed, the void shattered, causing a large collapse.

This sword carried the momentum of splitting mountains and rivers and collided with the Netherworld Spear.

Upon collision, violent energy swept across the area, resembling an apocalyptic scene.

The bamboo grove where this took place was enveloped by the sky filled with blood-colored Sword Energy and rolling Demon Clouds, a scene of total chaos.

Moreover, the ripple effect of this energy even affected the entire Happy Forest.

The terrifying energy rolled out wildly, its power no less than a Venerable’s strike.

Fortunately, some peerless masters intervened in secret, dissipating the residual energy, thus saving Happy Forest.

But, the bamboo grove was completely destroyed; the ground had sunk more than tenfold.

Ahead, two figures retreated, both appearing somewhat disheveled.

Lin Xuan’s face turned pale; employing Earth-grade Martial Arts had taken a great toll, and unless one became Venerable, it couldn’t be used liberally.

With a spurt,

just as he stopped moving, a streak of Demon pattern flashed, bringing a flare of light, quick as lightning, and shot towards him instantaneously.

In a panic, Lin Xuan twisted his body hard and simultaneously activated his Red Lotus Battle Armor to its limit.

Yet, the Demon pattern still pierced through his left shoulder.

With another spurt,

Lin Xuan was blown away by this fierce impact, raising a large cloud of Blood Mist.

This change was astonishingly rapid, and although the situation had previously been evenly matched, Lin Xuan was now injured.

Panting heavily,

Yan Chitian walked out from the violent energy, panting continuously; his face was exceptionally pale with not a hint of color.

At the center of his forehead, a vertically placed Demon Pattern, resembling an eye, was gradually fading.

Above it, the residue of terrifying energy was still lingering.

Clearly, that strike had been launched by the Demon pattern resembling an eye.

Looking ahead, Yan Chitian frowned.

That attack had cost him greatly; it was a maneuver meant for those who had entered the Venerable Realm, and now he had used it hoping for a killing blow.

However, Lin Xuan’s reaction had been too fast.

Originally, he had targeted the heart, but now he had only injured the opponent’s left shoulder.

This was a big deviation from his expectations.

Moreover, he had no energy to perform it again unless he risked burning his Spiritual Power.

If he did that, he would certainly suffer great damage to his Primordial Energy.

Thus, it was a method of mutual destruction that he wouldn’t use unless absolutely necessary.

Now that he had incapacitated one of the opponent’s arms, his chances of winning were much higher.

“You indeed surprised me, kid, but it’s all over now!”

Yan Chitian absorbed the surrounding Demonic Qi, rapidly recovering his body, then slowly advanced towards Lin Xuan.

Lin Xuan lay on the ground, his body slightly trembling; that last strike had almost cost him his life.

Thinking quickly, he dodged early, which spared him the vital hit.

Even so, his left arm was still injured and now could not be lifted at all.

It looked like he had no choice but to use that move.

Lin Xuan watched Yan Chitian approaching, his right hand gripping the Sword of Slaughter once again.

“Fight’s not over yet!”

Lin Xuan suddenly exploded into action, followed by a Sword Light tearing through the sky.

“Outer Heaven Flying Star!”

The dazzling Sword Light flashed momentarily like a shooting star, brilliant yet fleeting.

“Not good!”

Yan Chitian tensed up completely, sensing an extremely potent threat—a warning from his soul.

Demonic Qi rolled, emitting a pitch-black light, forming the Bing Leng Battle Armor over his body.

Simultaneously, the Demon pattern in the center of his brow flashed again.

However, he was still a step too late.

Just as the Demon pattern had formed, the brilliant Sword Light had already pierced him.

“One stroke, throat sealed!”

Blood burst forth, and Lin Xuan materialized, appearing behind Yan Chitian.

Behind him, a dark crack in the Void appeared, which was rapidly healing.

Meanwhile, Yan Chitian’s body continuously trembled, the Demonic Qi on him beginning to dissipate.

Drip!

Drip!

Blood dripped down, splashing upon the ground and forming blood blossoms.

Everyone was horrified—they had never imagined that the formidable Young Demon King Yan Chitian could be throat-sealed by a single sword stroke.

Even the middle-aged man was stunned; the outcome was different from what he had anticipated.

He had previously analyzed the fight, concluding that Yan Chitian had a 70% chance of winning.

But now, he realized he was wrong—the youthful Swordsman before him could not be analyzed using common logic.

Deep in Happy Forest, in front of a magnificent palace, several figures stood, their gazes flickering as they watched the battlefield where Lin Xuan was.

“Marvelous, truly marvelous!”

Who would have thought that in this Sand Domain, such a stunning Swordsman could be seen.

To the left, a middle-aged man chuckled.

The man was dressed as a scholar, even clutching an old, yellowed scroll.

If one sensed carefully, they would feel a faint Venerable pressure emanating from this middle-aged scholar.

This was undoubtedly a fearsome individual.

However, despite being such a highbrow, instead of using a Jade Scroll or scroll, he was holding an old paper book—truly peculiar.

“Hmph, I bet he isn’t a warrior from the Sand Domain; he must have come following the lady.”

“These two, really couldn’t wait to start fighting!”

“But that Yan Chitian is too weak, to be killed just like that.”

To the right was a young girl in an exquisite yellow dress, her hair done up in two braids, large black eyes, and a delicate, pretty face, very playful and cute.

At that moment, she pouted, huffing softly.

“Ling’er, you’re wrong, Yan Chitian isn’t dead,” a cool voice said.

Then, a white figure appeared.

“Miss!” called the young girl known as Ling’er, turning her head, her large eyes blinking in confusion.

The middle-aged scholar simply turned his head, smiling broadly.

Behind them, a beautiful figure walked slowly.

This figure was in the prime of youth, exuding an aura of nobility, and although she was wearing a long dress, it could hardly conceal her proud figure.

Her originally stunning face was covered with a light veil, adding a layer of mystery.

This woman was like a Fairy, clad in multi-colored radiance, commanding admiration.

“Miss, he was throat-sealed by a single sword stroke, how could he not be dead?”

Ling’er clasped the beautiful figure’s arm and asked, puzzled.

“Just watch, and you’ll understand,” the Daoist figure replied slowly.